User blog comment:Llamao/Embrace of the Viper/@comment-3474228-20110624184210

Garond nods slowly. "We shall talk about this later brother. For now, we must find those rabbets before we lose them." Garond steps out of the caves and stands in front of his soldiers. "The rabbets 'ave left these caves, like the cowards they are! But we shall find them, and slaughter them before the sun rises!" His soldiers give out a resounding cheer that echoes through the woodlands.

Lance, who is at the back of the escaping group, stops for a moment. He pulls Flitrunn back. "Did ye hear that?" The Major shakes his head. Lance whispers. "Major, stay with the party and keep an eye out. I fear the cat is closer than we think. I'm gonna go check it out. If any o' them ask about my disappearance, tell them not to worry! Move fast!" Flitrunn nods as Lance backs up and retraces his steps.

Garond leads the soldiers forwards quietly, blending in with the night sky. Suddenly, he holds up a paw for silence. He brings a soldier to his side. "Scout ahead, and stay low, somebeast is just ahead." The soldier nods and creeps away. A few moments later, he re-appears at Garond's side. "'Tis one o' the rabbets, sire! I saw 'im, but 'e didn't see me!"

Garond smiles viciously. "Good work, soldier."

Lance hears the voices, but too late, as an arrow comes whizzing out of the bushes and into his thigh. Stifling a yelp of pain, he staggers up and attempts to run away, limping. However, he is tackled from behind, and the hilt of a dagger is slammed into the back of his head, instantly knocking him out. Garond turns the body of the hare over. "I remember this one. He was trying te protect the badger lord, that day we took over. Hah!"